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Fox nodded enthusiastically. She was thrilled—no, ecstatic—about her future children, and she was now constantly thinking about the pups who hadn't even been conceived yet. She had some serious baby-fever, and she knew that Peregrine had caught the bug as well. Fox spent a good part of her day dreaming about the little darlings (or hellions) and what they might look and act like. If they took after her in personality, she wondered what sort of crazy things she was going to have to put up with. She'd been a bit of a wild one as a child (who'd a thunk it), and she couldn't imagine what kind of things her children would get into.

“I think Perry would like that,” she replied, grinning all the while. “Although I’m not so sure about the flowers. Maybe just some boughs of pine to keep it cozy.” Fox had never been a particularly girly girl (except when it came to her own children), so flowers didn't appeal to her in the same way that they might have to, say, Bazi. For a split second, Fox wondered if Bazi was planning on having babes in the springtime. No doubt the snow-white girl was capable, as Fox thought they were around the same age. But she probably still hated Fox, so the spitfire shrugged it off.